/lit/ - Literature

I don't mind the idea of being dead. It doesn't bother me at all. Dying, on the other hand, sounds awful. I don't want to be withering away in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines that help me function. Tubes shoved down my nose to feed me and into my veins to deliver medicine. Becoming worse and worse over time until I can barely even take a breath without a machine doing it for me.
I also hate the idea of having the blood drained from my body and being cut open to find out what killed me, then having my body burned and my bones being ground into a fine powder by a depressed man on minimum wage.
Tbh it would have been far comfier to have never been born in the first place.